Post by Brad Kane on Mar 12, 2010 21:04:37 GMT -6
Locker room, well not really a locker room as much as it is a closet again. Sitting in the small room happens to be Megan and Brad Kane. Megan is dressed in her wrestling gear, ready to go out and do the thing in a few moments. Brad glances at her, smirking a little bit.
"You ready for this?"
Megan nods her head. Brad's smirk goes into a smile now, motioning for her to come closer. Megan does, a little curious.
"Yes?"
"Go out and win."
"That's the plan, right? I go out there and I try to win in order to move up the ranks. Otherwise what am I doing here besides giving you support."
Brad lets out a chuckle.
"Suppose you're right..."
"Of course I'm right. I am a woman after all. We are smarter then you men, most of the time. All the blood rushing to your penises. But you know what? These three women, don't leave a good taste in my mouth."
"From what I've heard, none of them leave a good taste in any guy's mouth."
Megan shoots a glare over at him, Brad shrugging his shoulders.
"Just saying. I don't care for anything they've been saying in their little videos. Anyone who makes fun of my baby needs to get their head kicked off and you can do it yourself, for once..."
"For once? If you had bothered to learn how to properly use a condom, maybe I'd have more then like five matches under my belt. I'm not a total rookie when it comes to this, not like some would assume anyways. Sure I haven't wrestled here but I have wrestled before. That's how we found about that one thing that you love so much."
"Let's not talk about that, okay?"
"Well one of those women brought up the fact that my head is up your ass. Not my fault you like having your ass played with! Does anyone bother to look up anything these days?"
Brad shakes his head no.
"Ugh, I swear that if I have to listen to another moron speak, I'm snapping and slapping everyone. I'm a worthless baby factory? Please, I enjoy being a mother. I enjoy the thrills that go with being a mother. But this sport is what I grew up watching. Remember seeing all these women kicking other women around. Thought it'd be fun. Went to college instead. Graduated with a perfect GPA.
So you see, I'm not just some former porn star. I'm not just a so called baby factory. I am a walking perfectionist. I don't fail at anything. I look at this sport, what my husband wants to do as another challenge. Another test if you will. So speak your words. Bring your hate.
Bring all your words. Just keep talking smack about myself or my husband. When we've accomplished our goal and no one here has a job anymore, we'll be the ones laughing at you.
We'll be the ones making you people the butt of oh so many jokes.
For way too long I've had to endure the jokes about my husband, about my kids and about myself. That's why I've joined him in this war. I want this to stop. I want to live a normal life and you people are making it impossible to do so.
I walk down that street, go to the store and some guy manages to laugh at me because someone like Ayla St. James called me a baby factory. Someone like Emma English makes an assumption because of what I've done in my life.
Tonight, when I get into that ring. It's a bloodbath. This man who sits in the same room as me trained me for this. Since the day we met and fell in love he's been prepping me for something so much greater then anything I could've ever hoped for.
This is it. This war is what we were bred to do. To take down nCw and end the jokes. End all the crap that plagues my depressive and bi-polar husband.
I hate this place."
Brad nods his head in approval, Megan looking focused into that damn all seeing camera.
"You ready for this?"
Megan nods her head. Brad's smirk goes into a smile now, motioning for her to come closer. Megan does, a little curious.
"Yes?"
"Go out and win."
"That's the plan, right? I go out there and I try to win in order to move up the ranks. Otherwise what am I doing here besides giving you support."
Brad lets out a chuckle.
"Suppose you're right..."
"Of course I'm right. I am a woman after all. We are smarter then you men, most of the time. All the blood rushing to your penises. But you know what? These three women, don't leave a good taste in my mouth."
"From what I've heard, none of them leave a good taste in any guy's mouth."
Megan shoots a glare over at him, Brad shrugging his shoulders.
"Just saying. I don't care for anything they've been saying in their little videos. Anyone who makes fun of my baby needs to get their head kicked off and you can do it yourself, for once..."
"For once? If you had bothered to learn how to properly use a condom, maybe I'd have more then like five matches under my belt. I'm not a total rookie when it comes to this, not like some would assume anyways. Sure I haven't wrestled here but I have wrestled before. That's how we found about that one thing that you love so much."
"Let's not talk about that, okay?"
"Well one of those women brought up the fact that my head is up your ass. Not my fault you like having your ass played with! Does anyone bother to look up anything these days?"
Brad shakes his head no.
"Ugh, I swear that if I have to listen to another moron speak, I'm snapping and slapping everyone. I'm a worthless baby factory? Please, I enjoy being a mother. I enjoy the thrills that go with being a mother. But this sport is what I grew up watching. Remember seeing all these women kicking other women around. Thought it'd be fun. Went to college instead. Graduated with a perfect GPA.
So you see, I'm not just some former porn star. I'm not just a so called baby factory. I am a walking perfectionist. I don't fail at anything. I look at this sport, what my husband wants to do as another challenge. Another test if you will. So speak your words. Bring your hate.
Bring all your words. Just keep talking smack about myself or my husband. When we've accomplished our goal and no one here has a job anymore, we'll be the ones laughing at you.
We'll be the ones making you people the butt of oh so many jokes.
For way too long I've had to endure the jokes about my husband, about my kids and about myself. That's why I've joined him in this war. I want this to stop. I want to live a normal life and you people are making it impossible to do so.
I walk down that street, go to the store and some guy manages to laugh at me because someone like Ayla St. James called me a baby factory. Someone like Emma English makes an assumption because of what I've done in my life.
Tonight, when I get into that ring. It's a bloodbath. This man who sits in the same room as me trained me for this. Since the day we met and fell in love he's been prepping me for something so much greater then anything I could've ever hoped for.
This is it. This war is what we were bred to do. To take down nCw and end the jokes. End all the crap that plagues my depressive and bi-polar husband.
I hate this place."
Brad nods his head in approval, Megan looking focused into that damn all seeing camera.